This blog is about texts i wrote under sweet influence.
I wanted a nest for them, which was more adequate than in Pinterest.
(French/english)
-- Ce blog est destiné à accueillir des textes que j'ai eu le bonheur d'écrire sous influence.(anglais,français)

Angel of light, you came in my life in the
most unexpected ways.
Surrounded by suitcases, you bring your past and
your failures.
I welcome you in my world of fantasy,
the nineteenth
century, sometimes old, sometimes brightful.

Part2

You
don't need anymore to wear this painted veil on your lovely visage,

brush it out with fainted joy,

please be sweet at heart and revive this
poor little heart of mine...

Part3

I saw in your eyes the bliss of the first morning sun on which
we met,

Eagles flew away,Beaks and sharp nails,Ready for the
fight,Let away luck at every step,Left their houses,Full
with their own forsaken dreamsOf a nameless war.I saw his
eyes, color of sky,I do not have bitterness anymore …I saw
the essential,I wasn't used to it,In myself, no
certainties,I saw the ultimate sin,This infinite
disappointment,What was enjoyment became solitude.To speak to
him is worse than Death itself,An eagle free to fly awayDoes
not see the danger …Beaks and sharp nails,On my rested
soul,From her lips, she left me a sugar taste.Over a million
mile sea,I found the courage to leaveAnd for a while, left
bitternessTo realize a dream, my dreamOf an eternal
freedom.

From myself, I
gave the best,Burdened by
the sweetness of your arms,I
forced the doors of your lipsTo
collect the fruit of your dreams.In
a minute you left me,Our bed
becoming cold from the sensation of us.Without
news, in a kiss, You
made this useless donation.Of
your body, I need … Disappointed
by a sigh, a deathblow,Please
me with this solitude which sticks on my skin,I
am not sure to want your dreamsWhen,
far away from me, you stayAnd
run after the heat, brief star,Leave
a bitter taste of solitude, All
that's necessary to die slowly, without a trace.

Hang
on your dreams to mineMake
this moment the one and onlyWhere
your desire and mine are the sameAnd
let sink in your lipsThe elixir of my redemption.I
die of this solitude echoing in my heartClearing
its path in my depthsA
spell tale to the other sideCalling for
a paradisiac futureWhere
your heart and mine would become more than one.

Melting
haphazardly parcels and luggage,I
throw, in the drawer, confusedlyHandkerchiefs
and laces,Spent history
and bitter dreams.

Forgetting
offences and cold wars,I
undid furniture,Classified
the habits according to the seasons,Ordered
clothes without reason.Quite
tangled by fear and emotion,I left these moving placesAnd
settled the land, like a foreigner
would.

Abandoning
halters and wages by pairsI
hold on purity of spring the visionOf
beautiful green meadows,Touched by the
madnessTo be only
forgiveness and care free.I
hold on to Truth and Reason …Against
any provocation, air please!

Melting haphazardly
parcels and luggage,I throw, in
the drawer, confusedlyHandkerchiefs
and laces,Spent history
and bitter dreams.

Rocked by the southern windI
imagine ochre fields under white sunThese
hollow roads, these plainsWhere
wheat and sunflowers bloomOffering
to my view their show of simple beauty…

Rocked
by the southern wind,Who
never ate grains of wheat as a gum,And
felt this pleasure of childhood calming its doubts and its sorrows…I
can feel the joy of living these moments in the slightest river, the
slightest brook,I can
rely on the wheel of time,Stopped on
« beautiful weather » every Sunday,On the
shore left in care to Mother Nature,In a sheer madness of lights
and shadows,Playing with the inhabitants of places,With the
certainty to be closer to heavenThan
anyone wandering the world for so called better things…

Rocked by the southern windI
imagine horses, wild manes in the stream,With
the setting sun for company,Murmuring
all to hasten the step,To the campfire not so far…Men
enjoy the rest of the fiery ones,They're
known to have inherited from the AncientsThis
land to respect and love,Marriage
of abundance and fertility,Fruit
of accomplished workAnd
quenched desire.

Rocked
by the southern windThis
land is mine,That's the noble
inheritance of my ancestors, and mine after them.I
cannot remove my eyes from Her,With each
step away, my heavy heart turns back every time,Soothing
truth of a natural alchemy,She
imposes upon people and upon places,And,
from time to time, feeds me with hungerTo
understand and deserve Her more and more.What
can I say, except that She despairs every timeThose who
see Her for the last time.

Rocked by the southern windI
imagine ochre fields under white sunThese
hollow roads, these plainsWhere
wheat and sunflowers fadeOffering
to my view the show of their fatal beauty…

–
The God of river flows and blades
Let laughter and tears
Follow another path
than the one seen in my teen age.

He
predicted me a dark, so dark future…A
brightful future but in prosePut
him in the full field of camera reality,Loosened
by my words,Met
with the craze of his fingersDestination
of my sins.

The God of river flows and blades
Let me without any soul to feed
Aims molded by bittersweet memories
Going as far as rotting
For a poisoned apple
Fruit of all desire in flame.

The God of river flows and blades
Let laughter and tears
Follow another path
than the one seen in my teen age.

PS: this text (in french) was written at around 20, maybe the english version is better than the french, or maybe it's a treason of the french first intention, i let you judge.
PS: ce texte a été écrit en français il y a un peu plus de 20 ans, peut-être la traduction est meilleure, peut-être pas, à vous de juger.

lundi 9 décembre 2013

I used to take baths in such wood "bowl" as a kid. i know it's...
whatever!)

A nymphea, flowerish flower made for love,
a precise
perfume of desire,
sharply sitted on the edge of innocence,
tone atuned
to her needs,
synchronized to her reflexion,
you have to believe she is
there for you,
you have to share her moody waters in disguise,
it reveals so much more than simple attention,
mirroring something deep into your soul,
this kind of beauty is your childhood and your heart,
you will come back to it each time,
you will forget your hatred,
you will let go till the end of time.

puppetry of life,
disantangled by his hand,
do not seek for liberty,
the
cage is your cage,
a heart of willingness,
a sight for nothingness,
the
barriers are within your bare soul walls,
no way to escape,
no way to
exclaim,
claim for dear life,
it goes away in this alluring silence.

This post means something special for me, as it was all part of an exchange with 2 wonderful people, i really really like you all, could follow on twitter. So do yourself a favour and read them!

Each post begin by the login of the author, then his poem in more or less 140 words.

The first poetry is a standalone from Stevie and it goes on with Marie, and me, each in turn.

All was set on the 5th of december, do not stole these words, make them yours by asking kind permission. Thank you and enjoy! (so so proud you accepted guys!)

Stevie G @I_BE_NUMBER_SIX

Princess of DarknessVile creature of satanically connected depravity All her minions vie for her affection cause she be so perversely sexy

Sabine789 @Sabsam789

@ThemAndDotMe @I_BE_NUMBER_SIX

somber creature sees no heart in others
only money money goes for her
spent for futile things
no way she understands what a heart can be

Stevie G @I_BE_NUMBER_SIX

@Sabsam789 @ThemAndDotMe

Somber creature can never quite escape her reflection in the mirror which taunts her superficial existence

Sabine789 @Sabsam789

@I_BE_NUMBER_SIX @ThemAndDotMe

Her reflexion is not absolution
she takes in her resolution to ignore other's need
Venality in her heart is a finality
no one could convince her to open the bird's cage within

Marie Shackley Loh @ThemAndDotMe

@Sabsam789 @I_BE_NUMBER_SIX

Mere ablution Of the ingrained The predictable The desperate outcome For a kiss from vanity No fill for hunger

Stevie G @I_BE_NUMBER_SIX 5 Déc

@Sabsam789 @ThemAndDotMe

When the end of us comes whenever it does all that remains is our legacy replayed score card of choices we made

Marie Shackley Loh @ThemAndDotMe 5 Déc

@I_BE_NUMBER_SIX @Sabsam789

When we exit through the curtain All we take is not our riches or car Just our capacity to love

Stevie G @I_BE_NUMBER_SIX 5 Déc

@ThemAndDotMe @Sabsam789

Your words ring so true so pure so clear if only the whole world could hear

Marie Shackley Loh @ThemAndDotMe 5 Déc

@I_BE_NUMBER_SIX @Sabsam789

You hear with me We're here We're ready to speak To raise an audience For a whole world Of completeness

Sabine789 @Sabsam789

@ThemAndDotMe @I_BE_NUMBER_SIX

hunger calls deception
reflected in the mirrors of life
thee creature shall forget her pride
and crash her soul into the wall
fame and money can't protect her from reality
vanity is the least precious thing to keep in her purse

Stevie G @I_BE_NUMBER_SIX

@ThemAndDotMe @Sabsam789

I do so wish I shared your faith that the blind deaf and dumb world was receptive to healing itself

Marie Shackley Loh @ThemAndDotMe 5 Déc

@Sabsam789 @I_BE_NUMBER_SIX

If it was the hunger of desire Passion to celebrate the body Structure housing a soul It could be art Not sold

Sabine789 @Sabsam789

@I_BE_NUMBER_SIX @ThemAndDotMe

our legacy is what we make of it
a sweet thought shared with close ones
enough open at heart to receive a special gift
a sweet mind focused on love and understanding
will only get it in the end

Sabine789 @Sabsam789

@ThemAndDotMe @I_BE_NUMBER_SIX

Such structure must have intricate ties
make it a nestle for a lost soul
Till it awakes to its core needs
leaving vanity behind
listening to the thrum of the heart
once loved and shared

Sabine789 @Sabsam789

@I_BE_NUMBER_SIX @ThemAndDotMe

without being blind, considering how the world goes,
we have to believe twice, ten, thousands times more,
Love, true love is the key,
let it flood over our lives,
Pour over the entire world its gentle breathe.

(for the last 3, i sent them as a follow up and just hope i didn't miss in between poetry texts from Steve and Marie, love you guys, thank you for this, you made my day!)

lundi 2 décembre 2013

Fire crossing lines

Holding fire from your embrace,
Giving inextinguishable passion to fuel your very core,
We weren't following St Matthew path of love,
Finally learning our own pace of passion.
You did the only thing wrong,
Calling for brick-red license to love bite,
One another fueling desire for words,
Until it became blood-red love,
Fire filling our hearts for ever more.Written by Sabine Diu (sabsam789) on 11/11/13

Competitions

A heart feels,Open more and more, flooded at once,Fooled on short notice,Fire makes it sensitive,A heart stings,What it knows ain't what it needs,From this fire it craves,Caress the idea of anonimity,A heart suffers,Silenced by the happiness of another,Finally giving its last beat.

(this one is also part of a challenge on poempigeon website, i thought i should retrieve it, but i feel better about it now hopefully... so it's time to let it out in the open)

i have this tune in my mind,despair at his glowing flame,retreat never fast enough,taking on my longing its toll,a huming sound of lost freedom,pretense long forgotten,trying to save what little pride left,shades of blues in rythm,a rhyme in accordance,sorrow stylished in acceptance,finaly song of my own.